Here’s where everything went down – the scene of the crime, if you will. Well, at first I thought it was a crime, then I thought it wasn’t, and now I’m not so sure. You be the judge.

I wandered these streets for fifteen years, feeling like a ghost. I was always dehydrated and sleep deprived. Trucks would thunder down 2nd Avenue all night, bouncing on potholes, while dynamite exploded for the construction of the 2nd Avenue subway. All the while my upstairs neighbors sounded like they were playing wheelchair basketball. To sleep I had to blast white noise and lay my head next to a loud floor fan. I tried wearing earplugs, but they would stab my brain...